The little man is learning to say some words. So far he says, maa-me, da-dee, byeee, and all-gone. He also uses baa quite a lot. These few words are mixed into his own unique language that he has been developing. When he gets out of the car after a hard day at crèche he says, “wadawee a yawee a yawee”. He says this while holding out his arm and hand with a little grabbing action. This all translates to, “take me to see the sheep”. We take him the sheep without delay, for fear of his anger. Then we look out over the fields and he looks around at the empty fields and he says “baa”. Then he turns up both his hands empty and says “all gone”, accompanied by the upturned lip of a sad face. Today one of the fields held the surprise of being full of baas, little jumping baby baas and big woolly mummy baas. He simply stood in silence for a few moments and took it all in before shouting baa repeatedly.
It is now the custom to run to the utility room after inspecting the baas. Again he demands, “wadawee a yawee a yawee”. And we oblige by holding him up to see the box full of chicks. Recently there has been a flurry of panic as one or two of them try to escape when we lift the lid. He seems to disapprove of this.
This evening we went out for an adventure. We headed to the other side of the village to pick up some horse manure for our vegetable patch. It’s a job we have put off for too long and as a result we are very late at getting some of the seeds in. When I say it was an adventure it actually involved me standing and shovelling in a steaming, wormy pile of poo complete with big mushrooms growing all over it. I did this while the lovely Sharon and the little man looked at the bulls, the horses and the cats, all of which are apparently called “baa”. After all this, and the prospect of five chicks to hatch this weekend, the lovely Sharon is pondering the possibility of going on a day trip to an open farm. We would apparently pay good money to see all the animals because we believe that it is the thing to do.